Firecracker Rebellion (wersja 2)

Intro

(Sombra)

(Fogo)

Three a.m. pavement, strike on the curb

(Listen)

Verse 1

Tape on my fingers, sulfur under my nails

Two-dollar fuse while the siren wails

Static in the wire on a dead-end block

Iron in my pocket and I don't check a clock

Chipped teeth grin in the strobe light spray

Never clocked in for your pristine day

Rotten little sparkler, fifty in a crate

Dressed in electrical tape at the gate

They want silence, clean white paint

Scent of a scrubbed-down plastic saint

I bring the sputter, whistle, and pop

Red flare dripping on the curb won't stop

Pavement cracking under rubber sole tread

Painting Roman candles over overhead thread

Let the glass rattle in the front-row pane

We don't need a crown when we run this lane

Chorus

Spark in the gutter, bang on the brick (brick)

Firecracker rebellion, lit by a flick (flick)

Wake up the street with a whistle and a flash

Cardboard and sulfur, scatter the ash

Spark in the gutter, bang on the brick (brick)

Firecracker rebellion, lit by a flick (flick)

Verse 2

Cardboard mortar lined up on the curb

Every single quiet little code I disturb

Friction on the grit, black powder on my thumb

Feel the concrete shudder when the bass hits dumb

Smell of burnt paper hanging thick in the mist

Coughing up smoke with a wrap on the wrist

They polish up the glass till the mirror stays numb

I scrape on the stucco till the sirens come

Got a six-volt battery, sparks on a wire

Rave in the alleyway, puddle full of fire

No clean sneakers, no pressed-out seams

Just a pocket full of fuses bursting at the seams

Shadow on the brick wall stretching out tall

Shouting at the echo till the plaster starts to fall

Scattered red casings in the morning gravel

Watch the whole perimeter suddenly unravel

Chorus

Spark in the gutter, bang on the brick (brick)

Firecracker rebellion, lit by a flick (flick)

Wake up the street with a whistle and a flash

Cardboard and sulfur, scatter the ash

Spark in the gutter, bang on the brick (brick)

Firecracker rebellion, lit by a flick (flick)

Verse 3

Night shifts over, but the smoke won't clear

Ringing in the eardrum, venom in the ear

We don't need permission for the noise we make

Every frozen avenue is bound to shake

Bruised knuckle lighting up a green-fuse wick

Spark bouncing crazy off the yellow lane brick

Ten-second countdown, watch where you step

Every singed collar is a badge we rep

Curfew orders on a poster peeling back

Neon reflection in an oil-spill black

Laughing at the panic in the penthouse floor

Rattling the hinges on the locked steel door

We keep the sparks where the sun don't show

Cheap fuse burning on a five-inch glow

When the flash goes red and the night goes numb

They know exactly where the wreckage comes from

Outro

Strike on the curb

(Flick)

Smoke in the alley

(Flick)

Firecracker rebellion

Cardboard and sulfur

(Out)